It's all in how you say it

There are a few things that stick out in my mind leading up to my surgery date and two of those things are in the wording.


The first: I was readying to head to do some grocery shopping so there would be easy meals to prepare--things my husband and son could do with ease and that I would like to eat. At this point, I was not sure if anyone would be helping us out. So, off I go and DH asks where I am going. So, I told him that I was going to get a few things that would be easy for him and DS to fix for the next couple weeks and he looks at me, in all seriousness and says "don't worry about us, we can do for ourselves." 


Now I know I had to have had the blankest stare on my face. I was trying really hard not to just look at him and say "What about me? I would like to eat something the next couple weeks!!"


So, I went shopping. This trip also included picking up a few things I would most likely need for my recovery period. A couple body pillows, pillow cases for those pillows, stool softener--having a bowel movement after having had my muscles cut didn't sound like fun, a few treats, panty-liners for the spotting I was told I would have, female wipes.


I also made a trip to the KY section of the store. I knew from my research that I would not have any more natural lubrication. The extent of no natural lubrication did not hit until we were together the first time after my recovery period. I know am the proud owner of a few different types of KY. More on those later.


One of the harder purchases I had to make was antibacterial soap. I was told at my surgical consultation I would need to shower in antibacterial soap the morning of my surgery. Taking a shower with antibacterial soap did not sound like fun, I guess it's not meant to be. So, I decided that if I had to use it, why not smell good?! I went to Bath and Body Works and purchased Caribbean Adventure. Sounds like a little thing, huh? There were lots of little things.


The second, it's all in how you say it was this line my DH said the same weekend--"I am just going to stay up all night on Sunday before your surgery so that when they are working on you I can just sleep."


HUH?! Working on me?! I am NOT a car going in for a tire rotation and oil change. They are taking very vital parts out of me that tell my body I am female, that make me wet when I am turned on, that keep my PH level in balance.


Once again, for whatever reason, I was able to keep my mouth shut. That is, until I called my sister in law. I told her I could not believe what her brother had said~~"while they work on me!!" I know it's a "man" thing, the way they word things, but still, it's MAJOR surgery, not an oil change!!! After my call to her, I was feeling better, but still, to this day, I will never forget what he said. I try not to hold it against him, as a matter of fact, I can look back on it with a smile.


Now we are down to the week prior to surgery. Only five more days of work, one more weekend where I will be "normal". A weeks worth of showers where I won't have scars. A weeks worth of dinners before I am not "me", where I will be "different". I spent a lot of time mad this week and it manifested itself on Tuesday prior to surgery and unfortunately, it's all in how you say was on me this time.